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-Alfonsina Storni, Retrato de un muchacho que se llama Sigfrido (Portrait of a boy named Siegfried), translated by @a-hoe-for-dark-academia

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“You have a wish: to die
And a hope: not to die”
-Alfonsina Storni, Retrato de un muchacho que se llama Sigfrido (Portrait of a boy named Siegfried), translated by @a-hoe-for-dark-academia
— josé olivarez // natalie diaz
— william wordsworth (via letsbelonelytogetherr)
My sweetheart, my love, my love, my love—
19 August 1925 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov
Some kiss the temples, others kiss the hands,
Others kiss the eyes, others kiss the mouth.
But between this and that the difference is scarce.
They are not gods, what do you want? , they are merely /human.
But to one day find the supreme spirit,
The divine condition on the chest of a strong,
Man on whose flame you would want to get undone
Like the smoke pillars at the blow of the wind.
The hand that when resting, gravely, upon your back,
Makes noble your chest, generous your skirt,
And deeper the creative furrows of your brain.
And the deep stare, that while it illuminates you
Lights you up to a red-white, and burns you, and calcinates /you
Up to the dry branches of the pale bones!
- Alfonsina Storni, Passion, 1935 (translated by @a-hoe-for-dark-academia )
To paraphrase Oscar Wilde’s alleged last words: I will either finish this book or it will finish me.
Auguste Rodin: Eternal Springtime (1884)
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“When I am king, they shall not have bread and shelter only, but also teachings out of books; for a full belly is little worth where the mind is starved, and the heart.”
-Mark Twain, The Prince and the Pauper, 1881.
gothic horror rlly is just. aw fuck look at what youve done. the house has inherited your inter-generational trauma and in response has transformed itself into a metaphorical device to track the decay of the family. we're never gonna pay off that mortgage now
Dark Academia: saving every penny to get hard covers of their favorite books, emotionally attached to a specific pen, has or wants a beautiful chess set, has themed decadent dinners.
Chaotic Academia: downloading pdf like it's their job, finds random pens in drawers that don't always work too well, plays on chess.com, eats cheap food but knows random facts about it.
Anthem, Leonard Cohen
I'm a bit disillusioned with the academic setting I'm in. I thought I would find like-minded people who also enjoy learning and literature. Yet I'm stuck doing all the homework because none in my group will help me, and they still get the grade because we are not allowed to work on our own. Furthermore I struggle socially, so having to find a new group because this one doesn't work is so unfair.
“Attitudes towards beauty are entwined with our deepest conflicts surrounding flesh and spirit. We view the body as a temple, a prison, a dwelling for the immortal soul, a tormentor, a garden of earthly delights, a biological envelope, a machine, a home. We cannot talk about our response to our body’s beauty without understanding all that we project onto our flesh.”
- Survival of the prettiest: The science of Beauty, Nancy L. Etcoff, (July 2000), USA, First Anchor Books Edition pp 28-28.
lately the only way i can make myself study or do any work is by pretending that i’m doing some super important world-saving research or uncovering some insane secrets of the universe…i’m straight up gaslighting myself into school…